Chapter One
“Fucking asshole.”
“Don’t, Jacey,” Dee whispered.
“What?” Jacey demanded. “Just calling it like I see it.”
“What’d I miss?” Mischa asked, coming back to the table with three amaretto sours. It was girls’ night out, GNO as Jacey liked to say, and they were at their usual bar.
“Mike’s here with his new girlfriend,” Jacey said when Dee remained silent.
Mike had been a mistake, a stupid mistake. They’d been friends and she’d thought maybe they could be more. But one night with her appeared to be enough for him. He’d met her every offer of getting together again with an excuse as to why he couldn’t. Turned out his excuse was sitting next to him, looking very pretty. Why did men seem to have such a problem with honesty? Would it have been so hard to just tell her that he’d found someone else? She’d honestly thought they were friends.
“Asshat,” Mischa said. “So not worth your time, Dee. No way is he ruining girls’ night out by his mere presence either.”
“I’d be happy to go dump a drink on him,” Jacey offered. “Accidentally on purpose, of course.”
“Of course,” Mischa agreed with a grin, bumping her glass with Jacey’s.
“It’s not his fault, guys,” Dee said with a sigh. “He didn’t make me any promises. I even said ‘friends with benefits’. Hell, I almost attacked him the one night we were together.”
Both of her friends laughed at that. But honestly, she had been the one to persuade him to have sex. Hadn’t she? She reached for her first drink of the night and took a long slow sip.
“He put his dick in you, right?” Jacey demanded.
“Shhh!” Dee hissed, almost choking on her drink. “Jesus, he didn’t make me any promises. It was just sex.”
“With a girl like me, yeah. But not with someone like you, Dee.”
“What the hell does that mean, Jacey?”
“Nothing bad, Dee,” Mischa intervened. “It just means that you have never been one for casual sex. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and we all know that you only sleep with a guy when you have feelings for him.”
“Apparently, I don’t. Not with him at least. I told him we could be friends with benefits until we met someone we were more interested in,” Dee said. “He just went with what I told him.”
“Bullshit!” Jacey exclaimed. “He knew and did you anyway.”
“He’d have to be blind not to know,” Mischa agreed. “Your mouth may say one thing but your body language and face express something totally different. He had to know that you thought you had feelings for him, that maybe he might have them for you.”
“And he took total advantage of that,” Jacey interjected.
“Well, hell, that just makes me feel worse,” Dee admitted. More accurately, it made her wonder what the hell was so wrong with her that he moved on without even having the decency to let her know. God, she’d just texted him a month ago to see if he wanted to go to a movie. She hadn’t mentioned hooking up but he had to have known that the option was probably there.
In fact, after that text, she’d decided to move on. That he wasn’t interested in getting together again. So why did it really bother her that he’d moved on without telling her? It shouldn’t. But it did. It really did.
“Why?” Jacey demanded. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting happily ever after. God knows there are enough jaded women like me in this world.”
“You’re not jaded, Jacey,” Dee countered, snapping out of her personal pity party. “And don’t think I don’t realize you were putting yourself down earlier with the ‘girl like me’ comment.”
“It’s not a putdown to admit that I like sex, a lot,” Jacey said. “Or that I have it when I want it with whoever I want it with.”
“No, it’s not,” Mischa agreed. “But you do say it in that tone of voice that makes it sound like it you see it as slutty behavior.”
“And this conversation is way too fucking
“Fucking asshole.”
“Don’t, Jacey,” Dee whispered.
“What?” Jacey demanded. “Just calling it like I see it.”
“What’d I miss?” Mischa asked, coming back to the table with three amaretto sours. It was girls’ night out, GNO as Jacey liked to say, and they were at their usual bar.
“Mike’s here with his new girlfriend,” Jacey said when Dee remained silent.
Mike had been a mistake, a stupid mistake. They’d been friends and she’d thought maybe they could be more. But one night with her appeared to be enough for him. He’d met her every offer of getting together again with an excuse as to why he couldn’t. Turned out his excuse was sitting next to him, looking very pretty. Why did men seem to have such a problem with honesty? Would it have been so hard to just tell her that he’d found someone else? She’d honestly thought they were friends.
“Asshat,” Mischa said. “So not worth your time, Dee. No way is he ruining girls’ night out by his mere presence either.”
“I’d be happy to go dump a drink on him,” Jacey offered. “Accidentally on purpose, of course.”
“Of course,” Mischa agreed with a grin, bumping her glass with Jacey’s.
“It’s not his fault, guys,” Dee said with a sigh. “He didn’t make me any promises. I even said ‘friends with benefits’. Hell, I almost attacked him the one night we were together.”
Both of her friends laughed at that. But honestly, she had been the one to persuade him to have sex. Hadn’t she? She reached for her first drink of the night and took a long slow sip.
“He put his dick in you, right?” Jacey demanded.
“Shhh!” Dee hissed, almost choking on her drink. “Jesus, he didn’t make me any promises. It was just sex.”
“With a girl like me, yeah. But not with someone like you, Dee.”
“What the hell does that mean, Jacey?”
“Nothing bad, Dee,” Mischa intervened. “It just means that you have never been one for casual sex. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and we all know that you only sleep with a guy when you have feelings for him.”
“Apparently, I don’t. Not with him at least. I told him we could be friends with benefits until we met someone we were more interested in,” Dee said. “He just went with what I told him.”
“Bullshit!” Jacey exclaimed. “He knew and did you anyway.”
“He’d have to be blind not to know,” Mischa agreed. “Your mouth may say one thing but your body language and face express something totally different. He had to know that you thought you had feelings for him, that maybe he might have them for you.”
“And he took total advantage of that,” Jacey interjected.
“Well, hell, that just makes me feel worse,” Dee admitted. More accurately, it made her wonder what the hell was so wrong with her that he moved on without even having the decency to let her know. God, she’d just texted him a month ago to see if he wanted to go to a movie. She hadn’t mentioned hooking up but he had to have known that the option was probably there.
In fact, after that text, she’d decided to move on. That he wasn’t interested in getting together again. So why did it really bother her that he’d moved on without telling her? It shouldn’t. But it did. It really did.
“Why?” Jacey demanded. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting happily ever after. God knows there are enough jaded women like me in this world.”
“You’re not jaded, Jacey,” Dee countered, snapping out of her personal pity party. “And don’t think I don’t realize you were putting yourself down earlier with the ‘girl like me’ comment.”
“It’s not a putdown to admit that I like sex, a lot,” Jacey said. “Or that I have it when I want it with whoever I want it with.”
“No, it’s not,” Mischa agreed. “But you do say it in that tone of voice that makes it sound like it you see it as slutty behavior.”
“And this conversation is way too fucking
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